Chu Dalong got out of the car and handed the Mercedes-Benz key to Ye Wudao: "Mr. Ye, please drive back in the Mercedes-Benz first."

"I arranged for someone to come and tow the truck."

Ye Wudao said: "Remove the Mercedes-Benz tires for me."

Chu Dalong: "..."

"Mr. Ye, I may have heard it wrong. You asked me to remove the Santana tires."

Ye Wudao: "Remove the Mercedes-Benz tires, and then change them to the Santana."

"Come on, I'm in a hurry."

Chu Dalong: "..."

Is there anything wrong.

A random Mercedes tire of mine is worth more than your Santana.

You put the Mercedes-Benz tires on the Santana, not to mention whether the Santana can afford it, the Mercedes-Benz tires are shameless!

He was madly complaining in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it on the surface.

He resisted the inner suffering and changed the Mercedes-Benz tires to the Santana.

Ye Wudao drove Santana away, leaving Chu Dalong alone on the spot.

The run-down Santana is loaded with luxury Mercedes-Benz tires, how nondescript it is.

...

On the Linjiang Expressway, a fiery red Maserati was galloping with the wind.

It is very fast, like a tongue of fire, dazzling and dazzling.

The driver of the car is a beautiful girl, and she is as eye-catching as this car.

Luxury cars with beautiful women are the most beautiful scenery on this highway.

The beautiful girl driving the car was the same young girl who had witnessed Ye Wudao accepting the worship of thousands of soldiers.

Just looking at the back, she was deeply infatuated with him.

Even while driving, the back image kept popping up in my mind.

She realized that she was in love, the kind that she couldn't extricate herself from.

In order to be able to see the figure of the unparalleled hero at any time, she even tattooed the opponent's back on her fingernail.

When she thought that one day in the future, she might go through the clouds with that unparalleled hero and be crushed by his strong body and domineering and savage, her blood boiled and her passion was unbearable.

She stepped on the accelerator frantically, and the speed soared again and again.

Only this fast speed can let her vent her passion.

Just when she was enjoying this passion, a car next to her suddenly passed by with a "whoosh" sound.

The beautiful girl was stunned for a moment, and glanced at the dashboard.

One hundred and eighty miles!

Grass, even if you drive at this speed, there are people who can overtake!

She hurriedly looked around, wanting to see what kind of luxury car it was that could surpass herself.

But when she saw the car clearly, her eyes almost fell.

Santana!

Turned out to be a broken Santana.

Also, Santana's wheels are not original,

It's fitted with Mercedes-Benz wheels!

"Wow, I'm so mad at me." The beautiful girl stepped on the accelerator furiously: "I'm a dignified Maserati, I was overtaken by your Santana, I don't want to lose face."

"Chase!"

She slammed on the accelerator, trying to catch up.

However, as soon as she accelerated, Santana in front also began to accelerate, and the speed even soared to 200!

The beautiful girl's Maserati also reached a speed of 190 mph.

At this speed, the beautiful girl's blood was throbbing and she was frightened.

She was scared and didn't dare to chase anymore, so she had to slow down slowly.

She glared at the Santana driver unwillingly.

But just one glance, she suddenly became emotional.

This back is so familiar!

This is... the back of that unparalleled hero?

She quickly raised her hand and covered the photo of the hero with her fingernails to compare it with the back of the Santana driver. JrNovels.com